Subzero
It was the best of times.
His heart was soaring.
He lived to see her.
To soak her in.
And grow their bond.
It was the middle of times.
She was there.
He loved her.
Yet, his heart didn’t race.
She stole his heart with all else .
It was the worst of times.
His heart was frozen.
His eyes were staring.
His mind was racing.
The knife was waiting.
It was the end of times.
She stole his heart.
She violated his home.
He found them together.
So he bathed in their blood.
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